"This is… What is this?" the death hunters were left in awe at what they saw, peering through the dense coat of miasma, they could sense imnse formations of bones and rot, cascades of toxic blood, and beings emitting deep death force, not quite like that of the undead, but awfully close.
What was happening here was not the expected result of death miasma corrupting the area, there were only two possibilities when such mist was unleashed and remained in place, either everything would turn barren and fall apart, or sothing new would sprout, vegetations-like things, an ecosystem with death at its center instead of life.
This wasn’t quite what was happening here however, the ground was shifting, as though it had first destroyed everything, and then begun remodelling everything to suit its needs, the landscape had nothing in common with what it was before.
There was no more lake, the ground had turned soft and mushy, a thin layer of moss growing atop the rotten soil, Tappduur laid a foot on the surface, he felt himself sink down to his ankle.
It had beco an enormous swamp, the dark-coloured blood rushed out of the ground, threatening to eat right through his boots, the layer of life force shielded him however, the miasma, as though possessing its own intelligence, retracted from him, not wasting itself trying to damage an untouchable living.
"Terrific" Rummy spoke in an almost humorous tone, but a bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face.
They could feel the rough outlines of the constructs hidden within the fog, but they would have to get there to actually know what they were.
One thing they weren’t aware of, was that the area had gotten much larger, the miniature world brightened by a false sun used to be much smaller, and much more cubical in shape.
The rot and miasma had carved out a new room with it as its base, it was now shaped like a do, and most surprisingly, it seed to be in the process of trying to replicate the fake star, rays of dark light would sotis shine down from high above as its construction kept going.
"Any idea what’s going on?" Échalas asked unconvincingly, he had read many outrageous things from the archives kept by the death hunters, he knew that undeads were a more than simply dangerous bunch, still, what he was bearing witness to wasn’t amongst them.
"Seed of a lord huh? I don’t want to see what this thing will bloom into" Latir-e-se stepped forward, her soft steps allowing her to avoid sinking into the putrefied filth.
Moving through the miasma, despite its special properties and apparent awareness, they didn’t encounter any problem, they could sense that there were undeads moving in the distance, but they didn’t approach.
They instead moved toward the center, to the eye of the storm, most likely preparing for a stand-off.
They passed by bone formations, sowhat resembling remains of massive creatures but clearly arranged in illogical ways, the skeletons were shaped more like places to hide, outposts and areas to set up ambushes.
There were also rot formations along the way, so resembling pillars, spewing blood into the air, creating rain in certain areas.
The ground would sotis erupt, throwing out rough balls of rot that would soon explode, it was all bizarre and sowhat off, it seed as though it was doing test runs, trying out stuff.
Arriving on more solid ground, they paid no mind to the more common creations of death, black flowers, trees and other vegetation were mimicked here, even mushrooms.
They cranked their necks up to stare at the looming shadow that had beco visible re monts ago, a huge figure, dwarfing them all in sizes, taking more steps forward, it slowly beca clearer and clearer.
It was a gigantic, tree-like creation, its bark was comprised of so sort of segnted, bone plates, the whole thing seed to be swirling a bit, as though sothing was trying to grow and break free from the side.
Its branches were mostly barren of anything except for fruit-looking things, the branches extended beyond what they could perceive, the miasma was much thicker here, in fact, it seed to grow denser higher up into the tree.
The miasma generator, or at least, the main one, was situated sowhere on the tree.
"Is that thing an undead?" Abraham questioned aloud, it possessed death force, but the similarity with the undead was present, still, it seed a bit too much for a single, still weak skeleton to do, surely, the tree was its own thing.
"I don’t know about the tree, but those over there most likely" Tappduur readied his warhamr as dozens of small figures erged in the distance, slowly circling around the death hunters.
A fruit fell from the tree, bursting with miasma, another of those undeads erged from within.
"The lunatics of the underground tower better not get their greasy hands on this" Latir-e-se reached for sothing inside of her ample sleeve.
The small undeads arrived within view, they seed to be the animated remains of kobolds, lizardn and goblins amongst other things, so of them seed to be carrying weapons, including the one that had just erged from the fruit.
"Let’s burn this down!" Tappduur bellowed with a wide grin as he charged right through the lesser undeads, trampling them without a care, aiming straight for the tree itself.
The three vampire hunters pulled out bizarre weapons from gods knows where, carving through the undeads with ease, even simply punching them straight in the skull, bones were shattered and feeble, decaying flesh was blown apart under the force of their strikes.
The masked hunter revealed her weapon, which turned out to be just as strange, if not more than the folding weapons of her three colleagues, it was a tallic whip, which could sohow be swung around just like an ordinary whip, but also turned into a rapier at a mont’s notice.
Although this weapon was more suited for carving up ghouls, it did its job perfectly against such weaklings.
The demon man prepared to unleash his breath of flas upon the base of the tree, but held it in as he noticed sothing approaching from the side.
Raising his weapon, he blocked all four strikes coming his way, kicking the newly arrived undead away.
Sizing it up, Tappduur nodded his head with a slight smile.
The undead in question had an elongated skull toward the back, four arms and was similar enough in build to the death hunter.
"We better get a hold on this guy soon" he comnted aloud as the four-ard skeleton roared with intensity, throwing itself at the living in four of itself.
The demon swung his hamr nonchalantly, dispersing bones and shards in all directions.
It was no match for him.
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